I hear your protests, abrasive and rasping.
I hear the pain as you helplessly slam
against fence posts and frame, with no chance of grasping
a hold, as the edges you scrape with each ram.


Your voice is creaky, yet strident and bold,
Your hinges, subservient to an invisible force
give unbidden freedom, with nothing to hold
or secure you . They jarringly grate their remorse.


The wind is relentless, blustery, gusting.
gathering pace, then subsiding to rest
before once again buffeting hinges, rusting
from weather and use, their metal to test.


Creaking and squeaking in a strange dance gyrating
reminiscent of a ritual, the old rite of spring.
Powerless to resist, reluctantly conjugating
in a pairing, guaranteed to force you to swing.


Your latch is impotent, it’s attempts quite fruitless
when thrashed with such speed, intimacy denied.
You lack an attachment, momentarily rootless
as your body, no inhibitions, is ceremoniously flung wide.


The wind howls and screeches, altering pitches
to suit it’s ferocity, as it charges your frame.
You are helpless; with weird sirens it easily bewitches
and you accede to it’s will, as if only a game.


Oscillating, swinging, continuous momentum,
The wind is fickle as it lulls and then pounces.
venting it’s anger and spleen infinitum,
unforgiving and hostile, my negligence trounces.


The duet is interrupted and transmutes to one voice.
Eventually the wind will lose strength and abate.
Procrastination is dangerous. When given a choice,
act quickly; close gates; avoid ill winds of fate.









































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2 Responses to “Gate-keeper”

  1. November 10, 2007 at 3:36 pm

    Wow, I found this a strange comparison to a person. Although relatively talking about a gate, this poem contained such depth that I saw the description of an individual in this. Powerful. You are so talented.

  2. 2 kimmikat
    November 10, 2007 at 4:37 pm

    Thank you. I am chuffed that you saw such meaning in it. I certainly meant it to be more than just the surface meaning of the gate, but I hope that each reader will interpret it in their own way. Thank you for your comment. You have made my day!:)

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